A sickly, sinister prince x a cunning, poisonous and powerful minister
Machiavellian/Childhood Sweetheart/Old Enemy/BG
"Those who have multiple meanings should not take heaven as their surname, and those who have little wisdom should not take sentient beings as their surname."
It is difficult for them to understand the world and emotions thoroughly.
One is an orphan trapped in the mud, and the other is a prince imprisoned in the palace.
They climbed up on each other's shoulders, hoping that their proud talents could save themselves from disaster.
But trust is as thin as cicada wings. They are too smart, too suspicious, and too unable to withstand betrayal.
At that time, the Ninth Prince was like withered grass, like frost and water, like the morning dew and the fleeting years like her.
They cuddled up, hugging each other in the astringent soil, looking at the moon together, and enjoying the autumn light together.
She hated him for not understanding Honghu's ambition, and he hated her for being different from each other.
Reluctance, resentment and loneliness occupy these two lonely mountains facing each other.
The mountains are still undulating, but they are no longer connected.
They hate and are reluctant to give up, but this world does not leave them much hesitation.
The dragnets laid by each other finally caught up with the confused myself and Changyue, who had been talking to each other at night.
What will happen to the common people? All living beings will suffer.
Only the master of power can clear it up.
She was his most unknown memory of that moment that was difficult to look back on.
Intention: Ambition spectrum, world unity.